Pollo Tropical

  • 8:30 am – pull into Fort Lauderdale, and make our way to the beach.
    —decompress with sand between our toes, and the sun soothing our souls
    —people look on with raised eyebrows as David and Roman dive into the Atlantic. Apparently Florida is having a cold spell. We neither noticed nor were we impressed by the cold.
    —rescue a beached jellyfish, spot an interesting eel-like creature in the water
    —Cecilio picks seashells for his children
    —we can now add a layer of evaporated sea water to the already crusty film that coats our gear, our clothes and our bodies
    —everytime we doze off for an hour during the road trip, it seems like a day has passed, and our awareness of time and distance is drastically affected. How many days have actually passed? It’s almost like travelling to the moon.

  • 1:30 pm – as we were asking directions to the Pollo Tropical, people looked at us as if we were nuts, because they take that food for granted down here. We engorged ourselves on yuca, fried plantains, black beans, ohhhhhhhhhh.
  • 4:00 pm – arrive at our hostess Jo Ann Greenstone’s house and bid her daughter Sara hello and farewell. Nap until evening.
  • 8:00 pm – Jo Ann and her boyfriend Paul prepare us a great snack. A million thanks!
  • 11:18 pm – as David and Roman retire for the night , Thacher and Cecilio are still watching the TV footage of South Miami’s nude beach and the Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous… Sweet dreams to all.